“It's still there, you know? All the love, it's still right there underneath my ribs, begging you to pull them back one by one and crawl inside.” — Moriah Pearson Copy Share Image
“No, I am just writing this because, sometimes, you’re still all I have to write about. Sometimes you’re the only thing that my typewriter… — Moriah Pearson Copy Share Image
“It's still there, you know? All the love, it's still right there underneath my ribs, begging you to pull them back one by one… — Moriah Pearson Copy Share Image
